Festooned

They might have come on the wind
these rags and tatters, or drifted down
the current of the ditch to dangle there
like seaweed. They were the bright hand me down

foliage of that thorn tree in winter
poor sinners come, warts and all.
for the holy water of that holy well.
they left loose tokens of a patchwork shawl,

Prayed, and promised to return,
They said it stood since God was a boy,
a twisted stick of offerings
no weather could destroy
Peter Fallon



I headed towards Deelish Nursery near Skibbereen in search of potting compost. Job done, I then had a slight detour to Lough Ine and Tobarín Súl. A magical and pagan place, blipped before, but still enchanting - literally. So many offerings - biggify to see the ram's horn, the ribbons, the statues, the glasses, the Lego man, the roasaries, the plastic flowers, the photo, the wind chime, the dummy .... The water in the well below the tree is cold, fresh and clear and is meant to cure all complaints of the eye (and is just out of the picture!). The well is dedicated to St Bridget.

We went to see Lincoln last night - a powerful, serious and beautifully acted film - Daniel Day-Lewis is incredible. Well worth seeing. We've been invited to a music event tonight, but it doesn't start till 10pm - I think that might be too late -  I'm ready for my bath and camomile tea by then!

I'm on airport duty tomorrow as son #1 is paying  a flying visit, blipping may be sporadic.